Last week my husband and I went to see the new Sex and the City movie. I won’t give away anything about the movie, except to say I enjoyed it while my husband would have preferred a root canal, but towards the end of the movie, the girls are out for dinner and the waiter walks up behind Samantha with a little birthday cake with “5-0” candles on top. The sight of that cake took my breath away and I made a little, audible, “Oh!” Having joyously celebrated my own fiftieth birthday less than a week earlier, I was taken aback by the thought of Samantha being fifty. For the last week I’ve been trying to figure out why this knowledge struck me so powerfully. Is it the thought of someone I thought of as younger actually being a peer? Is it that Samantha has a body I can only imagine in my dreams? Is it the lifestyle she leads that doesn’t quite fit with society’s image of a fifty-year-old? It’s a funny contrast that, at the same time I was shocked to learn that Samantha is fifty, I also felt happy for her and for the positive transition that I know this birthday can be. I still don’t know why I felt such immediate surprise, but I like the idea that this felt like further evidence that I’m now part of a pretty cool club – the “Wonderful Women over Fifty” club!
P.S. Yes, I know that Samantha is only a fictional character -- I haven't lost my mind completely.